Bai Xiao's pupils constricted slightly, his gaze deepening.
This couldn't possibly be body hair—such things do not grow on humans. These feather-like hairs were sparse, not yet widely spread.
Just as he wanted to examine it closely.
Bang!
The partially closed private room door was kicked open.
Bai Xiao looked up to see a lavishly dressed young man walking in through the door. His features were handsome, dressed in a finely tailored white suit with a white bow tie, the slim-fit attire accentuating his lean and tall figure. He carried an air of icy haughtiness borne from a life of luxury.
The young man stood in the middle of the private room, a tall bodyguard at his side.
This man's temples bulged, his gaze profound, and his breathing long. His arms were thick and his joints large—clearly a master of combat.
"Two pieces of trash."
The young man in the white suit coldly spat out these words.
